Hot tears had sprung to her eyes in earnest now, the overwhelming feeling of dread filling her stomach as she fought for some semblance of control of the situation.

And then it all really went to hell. She was far too wrapped up in trying to figure a way out of this for her to notice they weren't alone until Anthony had stumbled and knocked over the furniture. Torie wanted to make sure he was alright, but she was frozen in shock still.

"Anthony," She managed, aghast and suddenly quite terrified. How much had he seen? What did he think was going on? Had he heard her unease, her discomfort, or had he just seen her and Basil in a compromising position? The very same position Atticus had found her in with him a mere week ago. "This is not what it looks like." Well it was, Basil had kissed her, but she had not wanted, nor encouraged it. Her desire to flee had started several moments ago, to find help, to seek solace elsewhere, but she hadn't been able to make a graceful exit. Now she knew she should have just left without remorse, because she was certainly going to regret that.

She finally managed to move further away from Basil, back around the desk, away from both of them, tears evident in her eyes as she looked between the two men uncertainly. "Are you alright?" She took a hesitant step toward Anthony, but didn't know where to go from there.